Page 63 of Those Heartless Boys

Last night had just been a taste of what Lucas could do. He’d known all the right buttons to push. The dirty talk on top of all the physical stuff was just icing on the cake. And despite all that, he hadn’t asked for anything in return either, even knowing I would’ve given it to him. He could’ve asked for anything, and I would’ve willingly let him mold my body into a pretzel if it suited him.

I turn in his arms, pressing my fingertips against his chest and drawing them down over his navel where my fingers brush over his boxers that hide his stiff cock. Removing the covers from us, I drag my lips down his chest and abs, darting my tongue out every once in a while to kiss his salty skin.

I can’t help myself. I pull the band of his boxers out and over his morning wood. His cock swells, veins cutting through his silky skin like coarse rope. I lick him from base to head. He immediately stirs, his fingers diving into my hair, squeezing at the base of my neck. “Fucking Christ, Dakota.” His shocked words give way to his need for dominance. He places his hands on the top of my head. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours.” I do as he demands, and he thrusts inside, filling me, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my throat muscles, taking him all in again and again. “Fuck,” he growls as he uses my mouth as a hole to fuck.

I grip his base, hollowing out my cheeks as he continues to thrust. Hungry noises come from the back of my throat as my pussy slickens at his reckless abandon. I meet his gaze, his hard eyes taking in my submissive position as he continues to dominate me with almost punishing strokes.

My pussy throbs, flooding as a trickle of arousal drips down my thigh. I moan with him deep inside. “You like that, Dakota? My little Wild Girl.”

My body makes empty thrusts of its own as my sex tightens.Fuck, fuck.I realize wildly that I think I’m going to come even though I haven’t even been touched.

Lucas thrusts in deeper as I moan, forcing my lips around him as hard as I can. His noises continue to heat me up and turn me inside out. “Fuck Dakota, I’m going to come in your mouth. I’m almost there.”

He hits a spot in the back of my throat, and my body responds, my toes curling as I throttle forward into a mild orgasm. It’s obvious when I do, my eyes popping wide and a choked sound of ecstasy pours out of me even when my lips and tongue are otherwise engaged. Lucas’s wild gaze screams approval as he jerks in my mouth, his cum spilling over my tongue as I take it all.

When he pulls away from me, I lie back on the bed, heart beating like a stampede of cattle. I don’t know what thought to latch onto first. The fact that he just fucked my mouth like I was his, or the fact that I loved every fucking second of it.

He tangles his fingers in mine. “I’d apologize for being rough, but I think you enjoyed it.”

I groan, not able to make words yet as I wonder if what just happened is actually physically possible. I mean, I know it is because it just fucking happened, but holy shit. I run through the scene in my head again, and sure enough, I came from giving head.

Lucas’s cell phone alarm goes off, piercing the air, and I jump. “Shit,” he says, quickly silencing it while my heart rate climbs to an even higher point.

I start to chuckle and then I full on laugh. My limbs are jelly. My mouth is tight and sore, but so fucking worth it.

“I was trying to find the right time to tell you that I like to be in charge,” he says as he strokes the inside of my palms with his fingers. “You surprised me this morning.”

I breathe out, my fingertips still buzzing. “I think I’m okay with it.”

My admission does funny things to the look he gives me. He eyes my body like he’d be more than happy to see how far he could push me but then the door to his room opens. “Hey, do you know where Dakota—?” Stone stops. He drops his gaze down my body with an animalistic sort of stare down.

My immediate response is to cover up, but I push that thought aside. I have nothing to hide in front of them. They share everything anyway, right?

I stand, making Stone move back a step momentarily. “You found me,” I say.

He swallows. “I hope part of that just fucked look had something to do with us last night.”

I pretend to think about it. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I lost the ability to think with Lucas’s cock rammed down my throat.”

Lucas chuckles behind me. “You’re pushing the beast, Wild Girl.”

I find my pajamas and bra on the floor and carry them out as I slip around Stone. Well, attempt to, anyway. He moves in front of me until my nipple just barely grazes his arm. Goosebumps erupt all over me, but Stone keeps his gaze on my face. “We need to discuss something before we head to campus.”

I run my hands over my curls, moving them to my other shoulder. “Can I shower first? Or do you want to have this conversation while I’m naked?”

He nods, his heavy gaze making me walk slower as I move from Lucas’s room back into my own. Once there, I lower the blinds and lean against the door, my heart racing. Am I pushing the beast? I’m just trying to get under his skin like he gets under mine. Or maybe I am trying to show him what he could’ve had last night if he didn’t dump me on my ass.

Either way, I strut into my bathroom with a skip in my step. When I get inside, I find a new shampoo bottle. I pick it up and read the label. It’s for curly hair. A genuine smile pulls my lips apart. I don’t know which guy thought of this. As much as I’d love to say it wasn’t Stone, that’s probably not true. We may have a deep-seated hatred for each other, but if my time with him tells me anything, it’s that Stone looks at the finer details. When he feels like it.

I shower with the new shampoo and conditioner, loving how silky it makes my usually wild hair. There are more products on the bathroom sink, too, and I use every single one of them as I try to come up with the perfect combination to tame my hair. Because of that, I take a little longer in the bathroom than I usually do, but when I’m done, even I’m amazed at my head of curls. They’re shiny and beautiful, not coarse and stringy like usual. I can even run my hands through them without it tying up into knots and pulling out almost half my hair.

With a smile, I dress in a pair of new shorts and a tank. I go back into my bathroom to check my reflection in the mirror, and I can’t hardly believe it. My face is glowing, most likely from the sex. My hair is tame, and my clothes are new and fit me like a glove.

I stride from the room with my backpack on my shoulders like I fucking own the place because it feels like I fucking do. This must be how girls like Meghan feel all the time. Confident. Secure. Who knew what a set of new clothes and doing my hair could do for me? And the dick, of course. I can’t forget the dick. It’s absolutely insane.

My confidence level shoots up even more when I find Wyatt in the kitchen. He does a double-take that makes me blush. “Jesus, Tits. I knew you were beautiful, but you’re down right captivating today.”

“Please,” I say, rolling my eyes, knowing he’s so full of shit. This is what he does with girls, but I also can’t help but take the compliment for what it is. A hot guy telling a girl who’s been nothing all her life that she’s looking good.

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